I took fire from the amber
you hid under the pillow...
You want me to go out
into the world...
When moving forward
Sometimes you need to go back...
I convince myself that I must keep writing,
if only to document the thorns I've pulled out...
It took many years
to efface the surface...
i remember the first night I
took a pregnancy test...
He came to testify to you,
That you not walk as others do...
He grabbed his notes from
the underground, fingers brushing...
I had to get out of here,
this other dimension...
I'm glad I wrote to you,
even if you never ended up...
I know you'll never find this,
and for that, I'm grateful...
His plan was to drown me in crimson,
in the name of a consecrated deity...